Weatherwax High School - Quinault Yearbook (Aberdeen, WA)

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14 QUIN AULT To Go With One Girl More Than Three Weeks,” leave it to Morris Bowes. We, Waino Talso, Ben Ruuska, Lauri Karvonen, and Aile Kangas, leave one copy of “East Side, West Side” to the next group of Scandanavi-ans in the Senior class hoping that they will emphasize the first part of the title and dominate elections as we have. I, Ruth Jones, leave my wonderful dramatic ability and my men’s disguise to the next Dramatic class. For further information “SEE JONES.” I, Bert Jennings, leave my canary — voice to Donald Murphy. We, Karl Karshner and George Savage, father and son, leave for Europe and the brick-yards, respectively. I, Meb Klufton, leave my Charlie Chaplin “gags” to Chuck Lane to be “guarded” as I have “guarded” them. I, Charles Ecklund, leave my base to ball. I, Russell Eddy, leave one pair of oxfords to the football team, to be used as dugouts for themselves and visiting teams. I, Edward Evanson, leave one half-used can of Sargent’s Tea, guaranteed to make the hair absolutely coal black, to Bill Jaskar. I, Jack Fowler, leave my Overland to Kathryn West who is to convert it into a bus running between Junction City and Weatherwax. I, Helen Fredenburg, leave to get “la joy” out of life. I, Irwin Galbraith, will let A1 do the leaving. We, Walter Gibson and Don Hall, eave this life as we are joining the Army. I, Florence Glaser, leave my job as Honor Society president to Charles Preble. I, Lillian Greer, leave two good ear-muffs to Frances Moore. I, Carolyn Hopkins, leave to civilize a new addition. To Gerty Pfund, I, Bob Irish, leave one bowl of Lima Beans. I, Myrtle “Babe” Pcrtier, leave for Hollywood to accept a movie-con-tract in which I am to be starred in competition with Clara Bow. I, May Horrocks, will be lucky if I leave at all. I, Chester Kalinowski, leave the school in peace as I take my saxophone with me. I, Myrtle Gustafson, leave my usher squad as I have been transferred to Roxy’s. I, Dora Hauge, leave — forever. I, Harold Hegg, leave my rowdy manner to Whatchacallem. I, Marie Hilberg, leave for Wishkah again, to take up my former duties as Student Body President. I, Betty Hentley, leave one volume of unfinished poems to be completed by Mitchell Gasparovich. I, Edward Jacobson, leave for Culver City to be starred in the new movie called “The Patsy.” I, Geraldine Champ, leave my school-teacher complex to the next librarian. I, Joe Janzik, leave a thousand-page summary of American History to Mr. Baker. I, Esther Kaiyala, leave to answer the call of the wild. I, Taimi Lassila, leave to Mi'dred K. West, one thousand absentee slips. I, Oliver Kelly, will attempt to leave cnce more. I, Harold Lightfoot, leave to enter life with leaden feet. I, Avis Marvin, leave my Lappish ways to Georgina Gibb.

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QUIN AULT 13 I, Aibin Wagar, leave one tiny swimming suit to Kathryn Appleyard. I, Pauline Wilmoth, leave my correspondence course on how to study on the street car to Dick Nichols. I. Helen Wylie, leave a perfect articulation to Tubby Tuttle. I, Edith Eberline, do not leave as I intend to succeed Marion. I, Melvin Fosjack, leave one seat in the Wishkah bus to George McKay. We, Lorraine Giffin and Ila Evans, leave all the demerits we did net use to Olga Knoph and Esther Lund. I, Hank Murphy, leave because I fear that if my sweater had many more stripes I would be mistaken for a convict. I, Dorothy Noll, leave a brilliant flapper’s career to Gertrude Johnson. I, Sam Norin, leave my record of having killed no one while adjusting scenery to Tommy Edwards. I, Ellen Nordman, leave my paint brush to Opal Austin — and how! I, Clifford Smith, leave with a hop, skip and a jump. I, Jean Stewart, leave my Greta Garbo hairdress to Mildred Price. I, Ruth Strom, leave my dancing ability to my sis. I, Kate Scure, leave the school, not for long, however, as Eddie Dolan and I have formed a partnership and plan on taking over the auditorium. I, Aile Leaf, leave my ability to be mistaken for girl’s basketball captain to Shirley Dean. We, Dorthy and General Robert E. Lee, leave, as we think we have been here long enough. I, Bernie Wiseman, as I do not care to leave Jack to any Junior girl, will take him with me. I, William Waara, leave the Student Body to Aune Waino Olga Lauri Aile Toivo Laukanen as I do not think the Student Body should be under foreign control. I, Taynton Thayer, leave my Don Juaniness to Bronko Boskovich. The Woods, having confused me, I, Bus Le Roy, leave this wild territory to Bill Fultz. I, Cecilia Talevich, leave my position as chief sales girl to Madge Car-bery. I, C’ara Knoph, if I leave at all, will have nothing left to leave. I, Harry Osgood, leave, singing merrily. I, Geneva Russell, leave for the city of my own name, having formed a plan for world peace. I, Gudrun Krogh, leave to join a zoo. I, Irene Letho, leave myself, if I may. I, Malcolm Manwell, leave a head of curly blonde hair to Ade Jaskar. We, Lucille Shoun and Margaret Soule, leave nothing in particular; but everything in general. I, Louise Swanson, leave for the Sahara Desert where I will come into my rightful kingdom, as SHEIK. I, Sally Haapanen, leave a round-trip ticket to South Aberdeen to be used by Richard Baikema when on a slumming party. I, Joe Reynolds, leave for Cosmopolis where I will take up my father’s work as Missionary to the heathens. I, Esther Lundberg, leave to anyone my — regrets. I, Ellen Mahonen, leave a Leave to be left by the left leaver when on a leave. I, Neil Cams, having just completed my masterpiece, entitled “How

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QUIN AULT 15 We, Helen and Sarah MacDonald, leave for the farm ole MacDonald possessed in musical history. I, Emma Meredoni, leave for a position on the Lackawanna Railroad. I, Eunice Mitcham, feeling that I must leave something — leave nothing. I, Lucille Newcomb, leave some light pink hair to Mary Frances Cameron. I, Lester Nibarger, leave with Celia to be starred on Broadway. I, Merle Nielsen, leave my sister to take my place when I’m gone. I, John Palmroth, leave my ideas to be debated by my sister. I, Bessie Parks, leave the great ease with which I pronounce strange words to Glenn Liffick. We, Esther and Harold Pearson, leave the famous Hoquiam rendezvous to future collegiate students. I, Lila Jean Robinson, liking the Irish best, leave the others to anyone wishing them. I, Fern Ross, leave my treasurer’s position as I cannot take it with me. I, Juan Romero, leave for the Philippines to revolutionize the Islands. We, Leonard Dombroski and Bob Weatherwax, leave our dainty gait to Ruth Temple and Georgina Gibb. We, Catherine Bowman and Leonard Nocula, leave our positions as star-salesmen at the Hi-School Store to Tubs Tuttle and Shirley Dean. I, Nettie Bower, leave my boisterous personality to June Marshall. To the Preble Twins, we, Catherine Byard and Teetee Sargent, leave our short stature. I, Madeline Butz, leave Gordon, as Chehalis offers a much wider choice. We, Suzy DeVore, Nello Guintoli, Marjorie Erickson, and Frank Cer-visi, being the loudest persons in school, leave in order to give the timid Juniors a chance. I, Gweneth Chamberlain, leave to the next locker-chairman, a series of triumphs over girls who tried to enter their lockers without excuses. We, Dorothy Dutton and — guess who! — yes, Archie Murray, leave one daily program, one set of books in each subject, and one tablet to Charles Preble and Wayne Faulkner, hoping that they can cooperate as we have. I, Beth Schaaf, believing that I have earned it, take my Davenport with me for future use. I, Maugie Preble, leave my brother with Wayne, and the twins well cared for. I, Bernard Kaufman, not being allowed to keep it, leave my cii’culat-ing library with G. M. Hall. I, John Thomas, leave my most unusual name to Estaban Magboo. I, Oran Turner, leave my “parking place” to Dent Fuller. We, Oscar Martinson and Mauritz Strommer, leave, being tired of being mistaken for Sophomores. I, Alan Crammatte, leave my radical ideas on corsages to the next editor, to be used as editorials. I, Doris DeRosia, having no further use for it, leave one perfectly good hair-switch to Dorothy Cantwell. I, Erma Brower, leave my dramatic ability to Nat Casey. I, Ethel Walls, leave my sophisticated manner to Elaine Woods. We, Anna Zembal and Martha Zupnik. leave, as usual, last.